The Skin of Trees: Volume I

By C.A.D.

A collection of poems.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse
• Release date: Sep 25, 2014
• ISBN: 9781496941916

C.A.D.

On March 9, 1975, I was born with a silver pen in my hand. My parents raised me to appreciate the arts, writing, music (from classical to rock), painting, and drawing. At the age of five, I was already playing chess. In my earliest years, I won awards for my poetry and writing skills. I have been writing poetry since the age of nine. My parents divorced when I was eight. I won’t go into detail, but it was messy. Writing and drawing became my sane outlet. I also suffer from paranoid schizophrenia, severe depression, and severe anxiety. These diseases like to help me in my poetry. You will see examples of them in my work as in my first book, CALVIN 1208. You may laugh, but I also write through those who have passed on. Most of my work is attributed to them. It is my goal to write till I die and to reach those also afflicted with mental illness.

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CONTENTS

Acknowledgements

1,000 Miles

A Backwards Labor

A Breathless Vintage

A Dream Unglued

A False Derivative

A Fetal Elixir

A Forest Without Trees

A Frontal Lobe Eclipse

A Great Barrage

A Happy Medium

A Hell In Birth

A Home Called Isolation

A Homeless Soul Forgotten

A Hundred Pounds Of Dust

A Life Unfulfilled

A Little Blurred

A Little Pick Me Up

A Longing Dream

A Mediocre Infancy

A Mental Delicacy

A Mental Lock Down

A New Pieta

A New World

A Packaged Deal

A Paradox

A Poetic Neglect

A Process To Be Processed

A Real Life Car Wreck

A Severed Package

A Sickness Of A Kind

A Silent Kiss To Sub Consciousness

A Song Of Make -Believe

A Sound Reject

A Spilled Dream

A Supernatural Walk

A Tide Without An Ocean

A Tool, Blunt And Dull

A Traitor To The Verse

A Triumph Without Victory

A Warm Eternal Tomb

Abandoned

Abandonment

Abhor Me

Afflicted And Constricted

All Hope’s Lost

All I Am

All Is Scarce

All Smoke And Mirrors

All That Is Tangible

Always My Home

Ambivalence

An Empty Emotion

Anal Eyes

And Sunshine Catch His Face

Another Frequency

Another You

Antique

Arise O Abuse!

As We Reach Into The Abyss

Ashes Of Abuse

Avoid The Void Of The Paranoid

Azul

Back To Our Program

Ball And Chain

Battle Fatigue

Beautiful Sin

Because You Were Beautiful

Bed Hopper

Bedlam

Before It Even Started

Beggar

Beginnings

Best Artist Haunted

Blessed Are The Immortals

Blind, Deaf And Dumb

Blinded By Abuse

Bliss

Blister

Blisters In His Eyes

Blisters Of The Psyche

Books

Born In Abortion

Broke Down Soldier

Broken Engine

Broken Halo

Broken Laugh

Broken Mouths

Broken Parts Of Me

Broken Wrath

Bullets

Buried Alive

Bury Me Naked

Bury My Love

Cage

Carnage

Castrate My Thoughts

Celibacy Overcomes

Chemistry

Chow Down On Rhyme

Citizen Schizo Number One

Collateral

Collision

Color Blind

Comfort In The Ink

Compensation

Competition

Conception

Condition Red

Constellations I Have Built

Continuity

Cravings

Crumbs Of Ingenuity

Crying In Common Time

Cure Of Sadness

Damage And Damnation

Dancing In Cemeteries

Dark Ages

Deadline

Dean Of Prose

Death Be My Bride

Deciduous Soul

Delicately

Delusions And Illusions

Demolition

Deranged

Despicably

Destined To Woes

Destiny Lives There No More

Details Of My Destruction

Diamond Jubilee

Disease Is Just A Story

Distraction Of A Reaction

Don’t Spoil The Plot

Doubt Not

Doubt

Drenched With Desire

Dsm Iv-Play

Education Enough To Choke

Eight Miles High

Elegance And Diligence

Elementary And Rudimentary

Embossed Fears

Emotions In A Cast

Empathy Is The Milk

Emperor

Empty Stitches

Enter At Your Own Risk

Epiphany

Erase Me

Escape

Escaping Centuries

Eternal Madness

Everlast

Evolutionized

Execution

Existence Of One

False Desires

False Winds

Fantasies And Reality

Fast Machine

Feast Of Moods

Fences

Fermentation

Filled With Fantasy

Filled With Hell

Fine Line

Finite Creatures

First Place

First, Last And Only

Flavors

Flawed Humility

Flunking In Sanity

Followers Of Fate

Foreign To Our Breath

Forever Changed

Forever In Heartache

Forever It Will Last

Forever My Curse, Forever My Friends

Forever Soliloquies

Fork In The Road

Free Will

Freedom Of Speech

Freedom

Freehand Of Speech

From Mind To Quill

Frozen In Time

Full Of Mystique

Galaxies In My Hand

Galaxies

Galaxy Mobile Cars

Genius And Insanity

Giant Mountains

Go On Without Me

Golden Chariot

Hamlet In Disguise

Heart Of Fire

Heaven’s Delight

Heaven’s Reject

Heavy Boulders

Helen

Help Me Hide The Scars

Help Me Remember

Hemorrhage

Her Only Begotten

History. One On One

Hollow Followers

Home Is So Far Away

Hope Will Be My Blindfold

I Am All But The Worst

I Am Two Fish

I Break Anew

I Can’t Forget

I Couldn’t Save You

I Forget Myself Sometimes

I Have Written Colors

I Miss You In Tears

I Talk So Oft

I Threw You Heaven

I Will Cry No More Forever

I’d Rather Play

I’m On Recall

I’ve Grown Quite A Bit

Idiot’s Dream

Illegal Thinking

Impressions

In A Safe Without A Key

In Another Book

In His Kingdom

In Jars Of Joy

In The Pitch

Indentured Servant

Inflict On Us

Innocence Long Gone

Innocence So Benign

Insomnia

Instant Phonics

Intangible

Intellectuals

Intelligence Negligence

Invitations

Irony Come Undone

It’s Just A Game

It’s Money We Need

It’s Not You, It’s Me

Jack 1888

Journey Of Fate

Juice

Jungles

Junior To The First

Just A Chapter In Your Book

Just Like The Best

Just Soliloquies

Kiss The Stage

Kiss The Sun For Me

Knowledge Is Power Pure

Knowledge

Labels

Leave Me In My Play

Left To Thaw

Let Me Brood In My Stew

Letters

Like A Weed

Linda

Listen To Me

Little Bits Of Retrospect

Little Marks Of Wisdom

Little Mind Rockets

Little Quakes

Little Rhythms

Little Shards Of Hell

Little Specks

Little Tidbits Of Hell

Live For Me

Lock Down

Loco Motive

Lonely Bard

Lonely Gray Matter

Lonely Journey

Lose The Crutches

Lost In Loneliness

Lost In Regret

Lost In The Middle

Lost Words

Love Eternal

Love’s Greed

Love’s Undertaker

Lunacy In A Vacuum

There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.

-Ernest Hemingway

For my best friend,

Mommy

ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS

First of all, I would like to thank my Mommy for doing so much work putting my book together. She always found time to help me. Not just with the book, but in life. I love her so much.

Also, I would like to thank my Muse, Dr. Boss Jill Rosenthal for feeding me words as we work together.

Last, but not least, I’d like to thank my friend and publishing consultant Mae Genson for always finding time for me and her belief in my work.

Thank you all!

1,000 MILES

I am the schizoid

Behind this nocturnal beauty mask.

I am null and void

What? When? Who? And why?

Don’t ask…

I can see beyond

Without binoculars.

I can sing a song.

I am of the vernacular. ..

Such a waste

To pour genius on.

Take a taste

In between songs. ..

Madness envelops me,

I will not lie.

It helps develop me

In the front of my mind. ..

Let’s take a radioactive walk. Dimensions will unfold.

Let’s make retroactive talk,

Retention to be told. ..

A burn, a scar,

I’m crucified on a greeting card.

A kiss, a smile,

Rectified I walk 1,000 miles.

A BACKWARDS LABOR

Pregnant with abuse.

Let the eggs hatch.

These have all been used.

Call for a fresher batch…

Ovum overflowed.

The sperm laughs.

Sit back and watch the show,

As the two cross paths…

A black and blue birth.

The abuse begins

From the man not of this Earth.

He sits back with a grin…

A backwards labor.

A baby born, his seed indeed.

Mother tried to savor,

A false baby with thoughts in need…

A poet born under a bad sign.

Nobody’s fault but mine.

A BREATHLESS VINTAGE

Words run down like a stream on a glacier’s peak.

The poet that I am releases ink,

To save the strong from the weak,

Before I am dead and extinct…

Burning the candle at both ends,

Got to write, ’tis my fate.

No time nor need for friends.

I’m full with words still on my plate…

Maggots squirm

Lost in the gray matter.

’Tis but a worm

Tossed in the batter…

A muscle ache. A heartbreak.

If the organs I could align,

They would speak to you in common time…

Relentless apprentice.

Listen to my vowels and attributes. A

breathless vintage,

Lining my grave with a trowel of retribution.

A DREAM UNGLUED

Watch your step

As I regress.

A little bit

Of loneliness…

I beg you to forget

What agony I’ve beset.

A copulation gone awry.

Mother, please don’t cry…

I gave my sins up for Christ,

So he too would not suffer.

A golden grin.

A perfect heist.

All that I am, is all can offer…

I sin as much as the others.

The dead never leave my sight.

Wherein as much, I too suffer.

In my head I receive what to write…

Some are good. Some are bad. Misunderstood, I’ve gone mad.

The leftovers of a dream unglued.

Ugly scenes. I see them too…

All in all

I heed their call,

And hope I don’t fall.

A FALSE DERIVATIVE

Solace is all in the attitude.

A false derivative.

We soar to higher altitudes

To keep from being primitive…

Writers are